awesome hat.
(via yeahiwasintheshit)
Oh, holy fuck. That hat is not fucking around. (H/t to Kory)
WHY DO I NOT OWN THIS HAT
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awesome hat.
(via yeahiwasintheshit)
Oh, holy fuck. That hat is not fucking around. (H/t to Kory)
WHY DO I NOT OWN THIS HAT
Source: yeahiwasintheshit
And when my life is over
Remember
When we were together
And I was singing this song for you
We were alone and
I was singing this song for you
Hooooooo. Not a new year’s resolutions kind of guy. It’s certainly not due to a lack of faults and shortcomings, though. I blame society (also my unrelenting cynicism).
For 2012, I want to get a job, so I can pay back this debt and stop feeling like I’m worth more dead than alive. I also want my kitty Sparkle to love me more, but I don’t think that’s a realistic goal.
I really like this question. If I could have written any book, it probably would be Murakami’s Norwegian Wood. There are (not many) books that I like more, but I don’t know if there’s another book that was so good at depicting the futility of unrequited love, the disappointment of dreams fulfilled, the emptiness of depression, the soothing relief of a woman’s arms — it locked in to a very specific section of my soul. It locked in to a section of my soul that I protect with vigor due to its vulnerability. Wanting, needing, having, and losing all rolled up into the uncertainty and arrogance of young adulthood.
Divine light by Lucas Janin on Flickr.
Oh, honey. Come here to me. Drop all your work or that silly school uniform or your go-nowhere boyfriend and let’s be together somewhere safe.
You can tell me anything. Every word you say is like hot, sticky syrup all over me. Your thoughts and desires are the only puzzles worth solving.
Is there anything at all that you want, or need? Can I help you disappear? They’ll never find us. Our love is eternal, and sacred. And private. I’m your little secret. I’ll save you, I promise.